Going for a walk (part 3)

...part 2

I was surprised when I arrived home to see Sheila's car on the drive way. She usually worked later than I did, the truth being that she was primary bread winner in the family, and had an executive position at a local pharma company that often required her to work late. My surprise turned to shock when I entered the living room. In the floor, there is a huge hot pink shiny mass. It's spread out to reveal it's true shape. As a matter of fact, it seemed that it would hold its shape even if it were standing. It was the most intimidating down suit I had ever seen in person. I had seen similar suits online, but seeing it in front of me was something else. It was so puffy it appeared that there was someone inside. The whole garment looked like it was a single piece from the hood, the mittens, and booties. The suit would completely cover the wearer, leaving only the face exposed. It was a suit for extreme cold weather, more Artic expedition than regular winter in the city.
"So, do you like your surprise?" Sheila asked, as she walked onto the living room. "It wasn't cheap, so I would hope you will enjoy it.'
I knew such suits were not cheap, I also knew that it wasn't something you could pick at a random sporting goods store. Sheila must have had it custom made. I had no idea we could have afforded something like that, but Sheila normally kept our finances, so I assumed yes.
The suit was a bright hot pink, nothing like the dull baby pink of my wife's coat. The inside had a silky lining, in a contrasting purple color. The hood had a thick fur ruff. A long zip ran the front of the suit, and there was a belt at the waist. Other than that the suit was very plain, no pockets, no decorations of any kind. However, just because of the color and the huge size of the suit, anyone wearing it would attract plenty of attention. I started shivering thinking about was coming next. Shivering with excitement, fear, and anxiety. I'm sure Sheila could tell how I was feeling.
"Go on, undress yourself. I want you to try your new suit." She leaned into my ear and whispered. "I'm sure you also want to. But remember we're doing this on my terms." She smirked as I reacted to her words.
I stripped down to my under wear, but Sheila was having none of it. "Completely!" She commanded me. I coyly complied, and started approaching the suit. Where do you even start when putting on something as big?
Sheila was clearly enjoying controlling me, and at this point she had her cell phone out, snapping not pictures as I started to unzip the suit.
"Go on, I'm sure even you can figure out how to put it on. One leg, then the other. We don't have all day."
I started to slip my leg into suit, enjoying the feel of the silky lining against my skin. The suit was so thickly filled with down that it was a tight fit. Sheila had clearly taken my measurements. After having both legs inside, I started to pull up the to part of the suit, and it was heavy!
"Do you like it? Over 6,000 grams of down insulation, over 8,000 grams total. Sealed seams, heavy duty nylon, the whole deal. Just like you like it, very warm. But I'm sure you'll find that out yourself"
She helped me get my hands into the very voluminous attached mittens, which has harder than it seemed. Even though they were mittens, there was a very snug individual space for every finger. The mittens were heavily constructed and thickly quilted, so it was hard to move my fingers once my hands were imprisoned inside. Even the divisions between the fingers was heavily padded with down. Once snuggled inside, my hands were slipping out without some serious pulling. Sheila then took pleasure in doing up the zipper. The zipper had a padded flap on the inside, to prevent the zipper from catching on anything. The attention to detail was amazing. The zipper reached high all the way to just under my nose. Once Sheila fully closed the zipper, the hood was forced over my head, almost covering my eyes. The feeling of being fully enclosed was exhilarating. Other that my eyes and nose, my body was completely covered by the thick suit. It was snug but not too tight. I couldn't move independently of the heavy suit.
"I had this built, so that once fully closed, it will cover your face, I know you can get shy."  She smirked again. She snapped the outer flap into place, hiding away the zipper. She also buckled the belt. I couldn't think of what use the belt could have, but I'm sure it was pointless to try to argue with her. I was wearing the suit and all attachments fully done up.
Looking in the mirror, I saw that in fact the hood did hide my face pretty well, only my eyes and nose were visible, and even then they were obscured by the bulky fur trim around the massive hood. Of course, it left me with only a very reduced tunnel vision. The hood was a good two inches thick, and with the the fur trim, I could barely look straight ahead.
I was still exploring and feeling the soft and silky inside the huge suit, when Sheila signaled to something I hadn't seen before. A pair of black boots stood next to where the suit had been. The boots where not as flashy as the suit, but they were still very noticeable. For one, they were huge, long, wide and high. They were also quite shiny, with fake patent leather panels and shiny nylon quilting. Each boot had a couple of metal buckles over the top of zippers, and some fake fur around the cuff of the boot and along two seams running down the shaft of the boot.
"Go on, put them on. I got them specially for you to wear over your suit. They were not easy to find."
I tried to bend down to pick one up, but realized how confining the suit was, and had to bend down at the knees to be able to reach then. I went over to the couch and sat down. I tried to put my foot into the right boot, but with my super thick mittens I just didn't have the fine motor skills. It didn't help that the overall bulk of suit didn't allow me to properly look at what I was doing.
Sheila giggled and kept snapping pictures with her cell phone as it took me five minutes to finally get my foot into the right foot. By then I was already starting to sweat. The boot reached almost to my knee, and was a snug fit throughout. The boots felt very comfy, my feet felt like cradled in soft warm pillows.  However, my feet were held in a pretty angled posture, as if wearing high heels! I looked at the other boot lying by my feet and realized that they had a pretty high wedge heel. Sheila realized what I was looking at.
"Yes, the heels on these boots are a couple of inches higher than the other boots you used to'borrow' from me... But it's only three and half inches or so. Lots of women wear heels like that or higher daily. You'll get used to them I'm sure. Now let me help you with the other one, it's taking you too long." She did the buckles of my boot, then proceeded to put the other boot on my left boot. I haphazardly stood up, trying to balance. It took me a while to get used to the new posture my boots imposed on me.  Sheila spun her finger around. I "modeled" my new suit to her morbid amusement. I always knew she was somewhat dominant, specially in her job, but until now she hadn't shown that side at home.
Sheila grabbed my arm and led me to her car in the driveway. I imagined "we" were going for a walk, just like last time.
I sat in the passenger seat, and Sheila buckled my seatbelt. I wasn't very aware of what was happening, being in my cocoon I felt isolated from the world. Sheila was driving, but I was just enjoying the feeling of the suit, testing it's confinements and how it restricted my movements. I was in my own little warm world. Sheila snapped me out of it by opening the passenger door.
"Get out!"
I tried to unbuckle the seat belt, but couldn't manage with my stiff mittens. Sheila reached over me and unbuckled it for me. I felt her linger for just a second over my down covered body. It was nice feeling her close. She smiled and helped me out. I looked around and realized we were at the same park she had left my behind the first time. But we were on the opposite corner. The far corner, if I were to walk back home.
Before I had regained my bearings, she was gone. Had she said anything? "Hurry up and get home" I think she said. I looked around, and then it felt real. I was really alone, in a park, dressed in hot pink from head to toe. It was time to start walking.

... part 4